Looking back over the last two years I have a great deal to be thankful for. I am walking much, much better. I am having less electrical nerve pain. I feel stronger. I don't have nearly as many accidents with my bowels. My bladder is still quite weak and I still have many times I need to wear a pad, but overall much improved. I've learned to live with the numbness. I've adapted to the restrictions in lifting. My ankle is stronger and I can sometimes wear flat dress shoes. I doubt I will ever be able to wear heels again, but I'm learning to love the body I have. I can't change the fact that I'm unable to wear adorable heels or boots, so I mind as well rock some tennis shoes. I'm getting there. I will love me for who I am now and stop mourning who I used to be.
I'm not able to run, but I'm pretty sure that if a scary-ass monster was coming right for me, I just might be able to sprint for a few seconds and hopefully hide behind something! I can tackle stairs and only have to rest once I get to the top.
My sex life has improved since the beginning. Thank God that he saw fit that at least the important part of my anatomy has some sensation and I can truly enjoy the act.
So even though it sucks to have numb butt cheeks and backs of my thighs, I'm truly doing well.
I'm ready to start tackling getting into shape again. I think I'm ready to actually try some real exercising on the treadmill. I want to start some simple floor yoga stretches. I'm ready to do some light weight work for my arms because even though I'm pretty awesome, the bat wings aren't really something I'm keen on.
I guess I'm trying to say that I have much more to be thankful for than to be upset over.
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